"No need!"

The soft voice showed a firm spirit.

Zhu Ying's pupils shrank, and she looked at Luo Xiaoman, who was full of pride, in amazement.

How familiar these three words are, just like when they were in Xixi, the Luo family wanted to support them in killing the silver rat, and he himself had said these three words.

Now, this pride is not his exclusive.

"The strength of my two elder brothers is enough for Sheng Academy to give enough attention." Luo Xiaoman smiled upwards, two little braids dangling, very playful and full of confidence, like a dazzling little sun , People can't ignore her heat and light.

"I understand." Zhu Ying nodded, then frowned and reminded: "However, the internal struggle in the Holy Academy is very fierce. There was a bit of friction between the little master and the elder, I am afraid that he will not let your two brothers pass easily. ."

"An La An La." Luo Xiaoman waved his hand, he smiled, and said, "Don't we still have Xiao Ya as a backer here?"

Xiao, Xiaoya? !

Zhu Ying's mouth twitched. Is this talking about Elder Ji, his master?

He seemed to be able to realize the despair in his heart.

Unexpectedly, a master who has always been revered by others will one day become the apprentice of a six-year-old baby. This contrast makes me feel a little bit too late.

Then again, even though Ji Wuya was watching, but he could guard against a bright sword, but he couldn't guard against a dark arrow.

Little Master, you have to be careful.

"Little disciple, we won't bother much."

"..."

Little Master, you just call me a disciple, but can you not add a small print?

I'm a dignified seven-foot man, not small!

"Yuan." Luo Xiaoman glanced at Mo Yuan, and Mo Yuan understood him, leaning over and hugging her.

Oooh!

At this moment, Da Bai next to him gave a weak cry and looked at them both with aggrieved expression.

Has he been left out by the little master again?

You know, the little master liked sitting on his back very much before, but now he falls in love with Mo Yuan's embrace.

Mo Yuan raised his eyebrows, flicked his clothes, and stepped on Da Bai's back unceremoniously, "Go."

Dabai's animal face stiffened, what, what's the situation?

People just want to carry the little master, you badass, keep the little master and go down by yourself.

"Da Bai, what's the matter?" Luo Xiaoman noticed Da Bai's strangeness and couldn't help but asked in confusion.

"I'm probably hungry." Mo Yuan raised his hand and gently touched Dabai's hair, "Turn around and roast him a chicken leg."

Grilled chicken legs? !

Dabai's eyes lit up, whirred and rushed out.

Humph, count you!

However, chicken drumsticks, I want to eat two!

Deal!

Luo Xiaoman tilted his head with a bewildered look, vaguely wondering if the two guys had reached a deal, otherwise why did Da Bai suddenly feel like he was hit by blood?

"Xiaoman." While speeding, Mo Yuan tightened Luo Xiaoman in his arms and said softly, "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." Luo Xiaoman shook his head, rubbing his small face in his arms, "Yuan's arms are so warm."

This rub, as if rubbing against the tip of Mo Yuan's heart, itchy.

"Although the Luo family's current situation is very bad, I believe everything will be better soon."

"Ok."

Mo Yuan replied absent-mindedly, a heart that flew into the wonderful feeling just now and couldn't get out.

Soon, as soon as Luo Xiaoman returned to the place where Luo's family settled, he noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere.

"Father, what happened?"